#these two idiots lol

[katyspersonal]

Based on this ( x ) exchange

[insatiablemuses]

Felix misses his rat bastard, Waylon!

“Hey, you little jackass.. where the hell have you been?”

@felixrcatton

[bretzkysbs]

[whatan3rd]

To be fair, this applies to most versions of these two

[unhappy-sometimes]

here's a playlist of (mostly) historically accurate love songs that twiyor has most definitely danced to on vinyl: youtube, spotify, apple music

some fast, some slow, some made for dancing, others probably not (but i still like them so i included them anyway), i'll add songs as i think of them

[babybirbb]

idk if this has been done before | insp.

[paddi-pie]

How to effectively shut someone up

Suffice to say Max was left speechless and didn’t bothered Bradly for the next few hours

[plistommy]

[alicornze7]

Ribbun week - Day 1: Teasing~

Oh how the turns have tabled

If this feels cringe, thank you:]

that means I did the job well

Extra:

These were drawn back in September so it looks kinda bad lol

[cleocatrablossy]

That one square wheels episode of mythbusters, am I right?

[harbingersecho]

READY AIM FIRE

[abbeyofcyn]

Turtle pile with krang Dee?

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

Gourmand: Any minute now.

Hunter: …I-

Arti: I’m sorry!

Hunter: Huh?

Arti: I-I’m so sorry. For attacking you, and for- for everything. 

Arti: I’ve been such an asshole to you.

Hunter: …Yeah you have been an asshole. But I fucked up too, I didn’t know what I was saying. I thought… 

Hunter: …it doesn’t matter what I thought. I shouldn’t have said that. I, uh… I-I heard about your k-

Arti: Don’t. It’s in the past now.

Gourmand: Is it? 

Gourmand: You attacked him over saying something that triggered you, so no, it doesn’t seem to be all in the past. 

Gourmand: It isn’t fair to hurt someone for not knowing something that you never told them. 

PART ONE IS DONE!!!!!!!!! Part two will probably come in about, uh, seven years, give or take. /j

(It isn’t perfect, but it’s been too long and I needed to get the first part of this comic out. I’m honestly super happy I finished, because it was unnecessarily hard lmao. Anyways I’m gonna ramble in the tags now)

[l3viat8an]

Random headcanon!!

MC and Lucifer have scolded each other, multiple times, in the kitchen at like 3 am for having horrible sleeping schedules and telling each other to ‘fix the bad habit of drinking too much coffee (-etc)’ and how the other should know better.

[venator-signum]

I need the very specific arcane crackfic that is jayce and vi doing some dumb shit together that ends up in them accidentally getting zaun's independence or some shit

cause while it is very funny for bookstreet to have half a working brain cell shared between them, they are both individually very capable and their combined power led them to dismantle and destroy an entire shimmer factory single handedly

anyways bookstreet <3

[havemyheartaziraphale]

The shopkeepers of Whickber Street always looked forward to AZ Fell's bookshop Christmas decorations. Not because Azi opened up the shop for a longer period of time, but because it brought in more trade for the rest of them.

They didn't know how he did it. Each year the decorations were more awe-inspiring than the last, and for those who had been around for a while could spot little nods to years previous. Easter eggs, as some would call them.

Mr Fell also seemed to get everything done with no help at all, from what they could tell. He must have help from his friend, the darkly dressed Mr Crowley, but he hadn't been around for a while this year, and Mr Fell certainly seemed less cheerful when he didn't think anyone was watching.

As Christmas rapidly approached, the Whickber Street traders all steadily and silently went about trying to find the perfect gift for Mr Fell to cheer him up. After all, he'd been generous to them over the years, and seemed to have an inate understanding of what each of them loved.

Aziraphale had just got comfortable in his reading chair when there was a knock at the door. Sighing heavily in annoyance, he got up to open it.

There, on the steps in front of him, were a pile of presents, and noone in sight.

He looked around before picking one up and inspecting the tag.

Dear Mr Fell, merry Christmas. From Maggie.

He read a few more before bringing them all inside. It was Christmas Eve now, so where better to put them than to place them all under the tree that stood proudly in the middle of the shop?

Aziraphale admired his work. The tree looked handsome, and he felt a warm rush of love and appreciation for everyone who had left a present for him. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a new rug from Mr Brown, and Maggie most certainly would have found some delightful new records for him to listen to, based on the shape of her wrapped presents. But he wouldn't look now, oh no.

Well... Maybe just one present now?

He looked at them all, and settled on the wrapped pile of what was clearly going to be books (and a little miracle tingle suggested that it was indeed books).

There was no tag, however. Maybe it had come off while moving them all? But Aziraphale couldn't see anything, and he couldn't be arsed to check outside, not now that there were hooks to enjoy.

He unwrapped the ribbon keeping the pile together, then chose the top book to unwrap.

He gasped quietly. It was a rare collection of letters, and only one person knew he had been looking for it.

A soft "hello angel" came from the corner of the room